Sux, Don't It?
I used to never talk about it so I wouldn't sound like a whiny kid or angsty teenager, but if there ever was something that kids should complain about, this is it. It frickin sucks, I wish I had complained about it sooner, even though my parents would just deny it like they do now.
My older brother was the first boy and the first grandchild on both sides, and the first baby among my parents' friends. My younger brother was the shy one who my mother identified with and he got spoiled rotten. My sister was the baby (the only one with shocking red hair) with a medical condition who loves attention. And I went along with anything, I entertained myself.
I was the only one who never got music lessons (or anything similar) even though I really wanted some. My mom took the other kids to Disneyland, not me- no explanation. From age 12, I had to buy all my clothes and haircuts- not so with the other kids. My parents always told me to grow up when I fought with younger siblings OR older siblings. My sister got away with stealing tons of my clothes and anything nice that I had (I had to avoid buying things I knew she would like) because my parents said I couldn't prove that I owned those things, even though my sister never denied stealing. They would yell at me if I searched her room without permission, but of course I didn't care because I wanted my sh** back. My sister is... let's just say, you can buy her spa treatments and take her out for dinner and have a great time with her, but she'll still steal your sh** if you don't lock it up.